Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1887-01-14

ealmnr>,! Perhaps | have killed my
father
Il hope not. Bnt dare say a great
deal depends upon his being kept q'Iict
and Tranquil. Remember that. If y"u
can not, added Mr.. Cleveland. walk
inc him forward 4 few PAGES. Il VIII
just march YOU over to my huU>,'. and
you shall stop there till all fear of dan
ger is over.
Il will bc calm." said Charles. Il
promise yuI. Repentance. he con
tinucd, bitterly, '.ytletiicr controlled
or not, will 10 him no good, 80 had
better keep it to myself. wish had
shot my CIV II head of first
There you begin again! VIZ You
be quict?"
Yes, will. III 20 and pace about
where they cant see me, and get nd of
myself that way"
He wrcnchrd himself from the Hon
orabc Mr.. Cleveland. went to the back
of the house. and began striding
amongst Some cahlarc> in the Kitchen
garden. Poor Charles Dalrympe felt
then H. ii it would he mercy. for
which he should he ever thankful. if
his head We're off. He was generous.
aifcctionate but thUughtless, and most
impulsive.
As the gamekeepcr was departing.
after helping with his master up stairs,
he detected Charles restless move
ments, and went to him.
"Ah. Nh Charles. it's bad enough.
but tearing about won't do no good.
If Won had hut let me- draw that there
charge. Mir. Clrvrland's ideas is sure
to be right; the Earl's always was,
aforc him
Charles ''torc" about worse thin
before, ciearn-. SlN-.,m,i-tWcnty cab
bares at 9 stride. "tIov did my flthcr
bear the tfs,n~rori h,n'. iir!, p
"Prctty well. "A DIT ftintI,h ilc was.
Hardy. l will Mcrcr touch gun
again"
mot till the next time, | don't sup
pose You will. Mr. Charles. You may
touch EN-, sir, but YOU must be more
careful of 'em."
Charles groaned.
This is the second accident of just
the same sort that | have been in,
continued Hardy. The other was al
the Earl's. when | WAS IA youngster.
Two rcd-coat blades had come down
there with the Young Lord. him a. is
now the Earl, for Il weeks sport, and
one Of EN- Che seemed To us Keepers Is
if he had never handled gun in all his
born days. got the shot into the others
calf just rs it has been got this even
ing into the squire :. That was worse
accident. though. than this will be. |
hope. He was laid up at the inn, close
by where it happened, for six weeks,
and then"
And then-did it terminate fatally?"
interrupted Charles, scarcely above his
breath.
Law. no. sir At the end of the six
weeks he was on his legs, as strong as
ever, and went back to Lunnon
wherever it was he came from"
Charles Dalrymplc drew relieved
breath. 81 shall 60 in and hear wha;
the surgeons say said he. restlcssly.
The medical men were still with Mr.
Dalrymple. and Charles entered the
| oak parlor. Miss Lynn was standing
before the fire. No one else was there.
"Charlcs," she said, Il wanted TO see
you. Do you fear this will be very
bad?'
Il don't know" was the responding
answer
Whose gun was it that did the mi
chicf?'
Whose gun! Have You not hearl?"
he broke forth, in Il tone of fierce self
reproach.
"No,' said she, looking at him.
Mine, of course. And if he dies,
shall have murdered him."
Miss Lynn'S countcnancc faded t
sorrow with the words ut she did no.
speak.
IL see what you think, Isabel" Ii
said, in the mood to view all things il
a gloomy light, ''that you will be bet
ter without me than with me. Canc"i
our engagement, if You will. can no
say | do not deserve it,
mo, Charles, / was not thnkin@
that" she answered, the tears While
had risen to her eyes, glistening in liz.
glow of the fire. IL was thinkir
whether l could say or do any thin.
that would induce you to become NOR.
tnougntrul - more like rational
being"
"And less like a fool. Say it out.
Isabel"
"YOu are any thing but that, and You
know it. Only you act from impulse.
You think, speak, move, without the
slightest dcliberatiOn; it is all impulse
impulse could hardly have been at
fault here. 1t was horrible accident,
and shall deplOre to the last hour of
my life. But it was an accident that
might have happened to any one else;
to Oscar, cautious rs he is"
elbow was it?"
Il can not tell. had been speaking
to Lee, and was turning sharp round TO
catch up to the others, and the gun
went off. Perhaps the trigger caught
my coat-sleevc. Yes. that part was
pure accident, Isabel, but there is
something worse connected with it."
"What do you mcan?"
mot five minutes previously, Cleve-
land had fired off his gun. because he
would not bring it in loaded. Hardy
asked if he should draw the charge
from mine. and haughtily answered
that | could take good care of it. Why
did not let him do it?" added Charles.
striding the room in his vexation, as
he had previously strobe the cabbages.
"What an idiot was! You had better
give me up, Isabel!'
She turned and glanced at him, and
he came toward her and laid his hands
on her shoulders, and looked into her
eyes by the light of the fire. at may
be to your interest,"" he whispered.
''Some day l may be shooting you, in
one of my careless moods. What do
you say, Isabel?''
She said nothing. She only leaned
a little forward, and Charles threw his
arms round her, and strained her to
him in all the fevency of first aifec-
ton. My darling! you are too good
for me-"
The report of the medical men was
favorable. The bleeding had been
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